When the rain fell, i fell too
The colour of burnt smouldering ash
Blown out of enormous proportions
holding us like a tight fist
Hanging in purgatory…
The overcast skies above
Vaporised pressure, tight
And concealed
And as the fists slowly
Lets go…
The rain pours
The journey of this single
Drop, a vast mass
Of undiluted H2O
Touches life…
Touches you
A crystallized pure
Untouched, perfect
Tear drop
Caresses down
Your beautiful face.
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